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allfortzu · 5 months ago

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sweet heart, sweetheart

-- nayeon / tzuyu. 1.05k, fluff, slightly suggestive. MEN DNI.

lovely and laughing and sweet.

at dawn on a saturday morning, nayeon rouses tzuyu from her sleep.

she doesn't do it intentionally, but tzuyu has always been a light sleeper, and she's always been able to tell when nayeon shifts in the sheets.

“nayeonnie.” she reaches her hand out blindly.

she trusts nayeon will see it, and she trusts nayeon will take it. she also trusts nayeon will want it.

nayeon’s fingers slip smoothly in between hers.

“baby, sorry, did i wake you?”

the blankets move, and there nayeon is again, back by tzuyu’s side.

she presses a kiss to tzuyu’s forehead, so soft that tzuyu barely registers it. tzuyu almost thinks she imagines it until nayeon brushes wisps of hair from her face and kisses her again, longer this time.

tzuyu slips an arm around her lover's waist, trying to coax her back to bed, and more importantly, back in her arms. it’s too early for herself to wake up; certainly too early for nayeon as well.

nayeon speaks softly, prodding, “i'm gonna wake up first.”

tzuyu opens one eye to peek. she doesn't know why nayeon is up so early for once, but: “if you're waking up, i'm waking up.”

nayeon doesn't stop her; it's futile trying to stop a determined tzuyu, and she can't deny how much she'd prefer her company than not.

tzuyu rubs the sleep from her eyes as nayeon cradles her jaw to draw her lips in for a morning kiss.

“why are we up so early?” tzuyu mumbles. the kiss wakes her up better; it's normally what she does to wake nayeon up, so maybe nayeon has been taking notes. it's her favourite way of being woken up, after all.

“well, i'm awake because i was hungry,” nayeon admits with a muted laugh. “and you?”

tzuyu shuffles over to scoop nayeon up and rest her chin on her shoulder. “dunno.” there's still some sleep leftover in her system, she really can't resist.

“you can keep sleeping, tzu,” nayeon laughs again. she runs a palm up and down her back. “i'll come back to bed later.”

“where will you be going?” tzuyu tightens her hold. she nearly dozes off again too nayeon's mind-numbingly soothing touch.

“to eat, if i find anything.”

“you're gonna burn down our kitchen,” tzuyu says pointedly.

nayeon gapes. “am not!”

“i'll make you something.”

nayeon doesn't fight it. how could she fight it? she loves being taken care of too much. “i'm craving something sweet.”

tzuyu hums in thought. nayeon feels it from her shoulders down to her fingertips, buzzingly warm. tzuyu is most clingy in the mornings, nayeon had noticed a long time ago, and she still hasn't changed.

at some point, kaya and butter stir from their slumber. kaya lays her head on tzuyu’s knee and butter squeezes snugly in between them.

“how about kaya and butter toast?” tzuyu suggests.

she can't help the little chuckle that trails along the end of her words. nayeon can't help it either.

“will you toast it on the pan?” nayeon asks. she isn't requesting it, but she does want to keep hearing tzuyu talk. the moment feels too perfect to end so soon.

“of course,” tzuyu says. “it tastes better that way, doesn't it?”

“hm,” nayeon agrees, but also, “it'll taste good if you're the one making it, anyway.”

tzuyu giggles, easily flustered, and she lifts her head from nayeon's shoulder to let it all out. nayeon wants to take her tinted cheeks in her palms and kiss her, so she does, and so tzuyu giggles into her lips instead, bubbling over like popping candy and fizzy champagne.

nayeon giggles, too, nayeon always does, because this is her lover she's kissing, this is tzuyu she's kissing, lovely and laughing and sweet.

she falls back onto their sheets and tzuyu follows, a hand on her hip and another to hold herself up. eventually, she settles more of her weight on nayeon, warmth on warmth, and nayeon gathers her impossibly closer in kind. nayeon scratches tzuyu's scalp lightly, and tzuyu all but purrs into the kiss.

“you're distracting me,” tzuyu scolds, yet she's still grinning and their teeth are still knocking together. her hand has found nayeon's waist, and her other fingers play idly with nayeon's hair.

“you could go back to sleep,” nayeon teases. “or… there is the superior option of continuing to kiss me.”

“what happened to toast?”

nayeon kisses her again. “i've got something sweeter right here.”

tzuyu smiles, and tzuyu kisses her back. sneaky fingers slip beneath nayeon's sleep shirt, and the tickle makes her yelp out a squeak that dissolves into soundless laughter.

“don't tempt me,” tzuyu says, but she doesn't mind, though; she keeps kissing nayeon anyway, and when nayeon breaks the kiss uncontrollably, tzuyu peppers kisses over her jaw instead, then to her reddened ear, then to the line down her neck — every sensitive nerve she’s memorised in her heart. nayeon tips her head back to give tzuyu more space, always keen for more. tzuyu's thumb presses and rubs feathery patterns across her warming skin, dreamy and demanding all at once, tantalisingly addictive.

“you're wide awake now?”

tzuyu raises a brow. “yeah, and now you're trying to get us back into bed?”

nayeon wiggles hers. “you're the one on top of me.”

tzuyu pinches the skin on her waist in admonishment. her nose scrunches a little as she frowns, and nayeon knows if they do go further, tzuyu isn't gonna let her have the pleasure of satisfaction just for the sake of testing her. but maybe she's a little into that, too.

unfortunately right on cue, her stomach growls.

“too bad,” tzuyu muses.

nayeon juts her bottom lip out. “i can ignore it.”

tzuyu pats her tummy and lifts herself off nayeon’s body, much to nayeon's dismay. “patience is a virtue.”

“oh, so later?” nayeon beams, but tzuyu's already halfway out the door, a careless shrug offered before she turns the corner out of nayeon's sight.

a little after dawn and a handful more kisses by the kitchen island, tzuyu makes nayeon her toast.

“you like it?” tzuyu asks. “is it sweet enough?”

“hm, perfect,” nayeon hums, pleased. still, she can't help but add, “not as sweet as you, though.”

tzuyu rolls her eyes, but nayeon doesn't miss the small sound she huffs out, lovely and laughing and sweet.

happy birthday to tzuyu and happy comeback to nayeon, my loves my loves 🩵💙 inspired by @seoltzuki, the na to my tzu 🫂

thank you so much for reading!

#twice imagines #nayeon x tzuyu #twice fluff #im nayeon #chou tzuyu #natzu #you didnt think id miss her birthday did you!!! how could i ever 🫂#on the day of the most perfect comeback as well truly historical #twice fics

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allfortzu · 6 months ago

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hand in hand

-- nayeon / tzuyu. 2.7k, fluff, slightly suggestive ; celebrity!tzu. MEN DNI

to be in love is to know love.

nayeon loves being in love.

she loves that fluttering feeling in her chest; loves how it makes her heart soar and skip and all of the stupid things that come with it.

how her mind ever only wanders to one person now, and how she tries to distract herself from it only to be distracted by it.

really, nayeon loves knowing that she's in love.

kookeu must feel it too, because he huffs and leaps off her lap, unable to ignore her tapping foot.

if it were any other day, she'd pout and wail for him to come back — but right now, she's brimming with so much giddiness she can barely fathom any emotion that isn't pure excitement.

when tzuyu texts back, nayeon's heart bursts.

tzuyu

almost done with the shoot :)

call her lovestruck or smitten; deeply infatuated, even — nayeon is all of these things at once.

she grabs her keys in one hand, her racing heart in the other, and sprints out the door.

i'm here, i'm here.

she probably breaks every speed limit on her way over and then some, and when breaking speed limits is no longer an option, she risks a parking ticket and runs the rest of the way.

the path is dark and they’re all covered up, but nayeon wouldn't be nayeon if she didn't know what true love looked like.

“tzuyu.”

she's clad in a cap and mask, hidden from prying eyes. though, nayeon couldn't possibly miss that familiar shine.

“unnie!”

she isn't sure how many steps it takes for her to reach tzuyu because her legs move before she can start counting. nayeon pummels into tzuyu with a puff. they both stumble with the force, but tzuyu keeps her stance steady enough to engulf nayeon just as forcefully right back.

they don't kiss, not yet; nayeon throws her arms over tzuyu's shoulders, and tzuyu gathers her up in kind, laughing, chest fluttering.

she inches down the brim of her cap when nayeon presses eager lips to her cheek, over her mask. the polyester is cold and rough, nothing like tzuyu's skin, much to nayeon's dismay, but it is enough. tzuyu giggles, shy and slightly wary; nayeon nuzzles in anyway.

“hi to you, too, stranger,” tzuyu muses. “were you waiting for long?”

nayeon buries her nose into tzuyu’s neck. it was a little long, but she'd be willing to wait longer if need be, if it was for tzuyu, so — “not at all,” she says. “you finished early today.”

tzuyu's eyes curve, crinkling adorably at the corners. “well, i had very important things to do after.”

“that so?” nayeon beams. “what kind of important things?”

“you know…” tzuyu drawls.

“do i now?”

“yeah,” tzuyu drops her voice. “like… kissing my girlfriend, and all that.”

nayeon laughs. “you make it sound so scandalous.”

“some people think it is,” tzuyu says, and nayeon knows she's right. at this point, they've been standing here hugging for so long even this might be scandalous. “i do really want to kiss you now, though.”

nayeon grins her bunny-toothed grin, affection blossoming under her skin and a giggle bubbling in her throat. if anything good could come out of being apart for longer than either of them want, it's that tzuyu's always terribly needy by the end of it — the kind of needy nayeon knows tzuyu only feels for her; the kind of silly attachment she can't say she doesn't adore or absolutely love reciprocating.

“what happened to taking me out on a date first?” nayeon jabs playfully.

tzuyu tightens her embrace, a little pleading, but still complying. “okay, dinner date first. then kisses…… then i’m staying over at yours, right?”

nayeon's expression softens. “i could stay over at yours, too — if it’s easier,” she suggests.

tzuyu has been talking about this since the day she left for her overseas shoot, but nayeon always feels like her place is lacking. tzuyu’s penthouse is bigger and nicer, and she can't bear keeping her away from her home any longer than work has.

“you probably miss home.”

“no,” tzuyu insists. “i missed you. and i like your place much, much more.”

nayeon laughs. “my dingy little one-bedroom apartment?”

“it's not dingy,” tzuyu frowns sharply. “It's cosy; much cosier than my empty shell of one.” she leads them on their way, walking in the vague direction where nayeon came from and trusting nayeon to guide her if she strays. “and it smells like you.”

“it smells like me?”

“yeah,” tzuyu says. she slips a hand into nayeon's, then tucks them into her coat pocket. “like home.”

it's a little too warm for the weather, but nayeon thinks tzuyu is wonderfully lovely for it all.

in the car, tzuyu gets a call.

nayeon watches her face fall, and she knows why it does.

“it's my manager,” tzuyu announces. she picks the call up anyway.

nayeon has never been around to hear tzuyu speak to her manager before — they're always talking in hushed voices and different rooms when nayeon's around. she's met her manager briefly, in between dropping tzuyu off at her place or picking tzuyu up from a shoot, but never any longer.

in the span of two minutes, nayeon realises why tzuyu has never tried introducing them, and why tzuyu never talks to her manager when nayeon's around.

“i don't care if you think i shouldn't be dating anyone right now,” tzuyu hisses into her phone. “i told you i'm taking a break this week, so i am. you can waste your time waiting for me outside my door, i don't care.”

nayeon can't hear the other side of the conversation, but by that point, she decides it might be in her best interest to simply tune out the rest.

when tzuyu hangs up, she tosses her phone to the backseat.

nayeon debates saying something, but tzuyu speaks up first.

“sorry.”

at this time of the night, the roads are empty, so nayeon chances a glance at tzuyu. “what for?”

“you shouldn't have had to hear that,” tzuyu says. “you know i love you, right?”

nayeon wishes she had more comforting words, but all she can think to say back is: “yeah, i know. and i love you, too.”

she takes tzuyu’s hand and hopes it’s enough.

“do they… do they know you're with me?”

“i’m sure they could tell.”

“you don't have to force yourself to meet me if it gets you in trouble, you know?”

the grip on nayeon’s hand tightens. “don’t say that — i want to do this. and i don't care if it gets me in trouble.”

nayeon squeezes back. “but i worry.”

it's not like she never knew this was going on behind the scenes — it was something that was implied the second tzuyu decided to enter this line of work, anyway — but she didn't think it would be so prevalent; that there would be people pestering tzuyu and watching her every move, even those who were meant to be on her side. and she didn't realise the extent tzuyu went to to keep these issues from her, to make sure these problems weren't as big as they were.

“you don't have to,” tzuyu huffs. “i care about you much, much more than them; i'll always put you first, i don't want you to think otherwise.”

“i know that,” nayeon sighs. “it's them i'm worried about. i know you want to keep our relationship private, but who knows what they could do?”

she sees tzuyu open her mouth to refute, only to close it before any words come out.

they fall into silence until tzuyu breaks it again.

“what should we do, then?” she whispers, and it's so hesitant it's as if she's already predicted an answer and didn't like it. “i don't want to stop seeing you, if that's what you're suggesting.”

“i'm worried, not out of my mind,” nayeon gapes. “what i'm saying is that… if you need us to lay low or something, just to get your managers off your back, i'm okay with it. and if i can't pick you up from work everyday, that’s fine, too.”

tzuyu's fingers tense. “absolutely not. you're the only thing i look forward to after work, how am i supposed to get through the day if you're not there at the end of it?”

nayeon softens. it's an achingly romantic sentiment she can't bear to ruin.

“would you just promise me you'll be careful?”

“i will,” tzuyu assures. “but i'm also ready for whatever they could throw at me, okay?”

it's a type of determination and courage that nayeon admires, but sometimes she does fear for tzuyu, especially when it begins inching into stubbornness.

“you could lose your job,” nayeon warns gently. “they could take everything.”

“that would barely amount to losing you,” tzuyu says. “you're my everything. so — as long as you're here, i'm not scared.”

nayeon's never been strong enough to stay away from tzuyu, anyway.

“okay,” she says.

she knows only this one other thing as earnestly as she knows her love for tzuyu.

“then i'm not scared either.”

tzuyu makes sure her cap and mask are fitted snugly over her face before they leave the car.

“i can go get the food — it's dangerous for you,” nayeon had told her, but it only made tzuyu want to go with her more.

“i'll be careful,” tzuyu reassured. she simply winked and pointedly pulled her cap down further. “you're always doing these things for me — let me.”

nayeon still worries, even though the cashier acknowledges them with nothing more than a tired smile when they walk in.

now, tzuyu squats with her in front of the cold foods rack. she already has two ramen bowls in her hands.

“should i get a rice ball or ramen?” nayeon ponders.

“you know a rice ball wouldn't be enough.”

“but i’m craving rice,” nayeon pouts and pokes at the plastic. “and i’ve never seen this malatang chicken flavoured one before.”

tzuyu tilts her neck back, angling just enough to peer through the tiny slit she'd left between her pulled-down cap and pulled-up mask. she's quiet for a bit, then she takes the rice ball before nayeon has to decide.

“we'll get both.”

“both?”

“yeah, my treat.”

“... and chuu-hi?”

“and chuu-hi.”

nayeon beams. she grabs two cans and holds her arms out to retrieve the rest of their things from tzuyu. it's usually how it goes in places like these — she’ll speak, pay, walk in front, for fear tzuyu might be recognised if she ever does any of those things in public.

but tzuyu picks the cans from her hands instead and keeps whatever she’d been holding.

“i'll do it this time.”

she watches in stunned silence as tzuyu makes a stiff beeline to the cashier. in the middle of an anxious thought, nayeon realises why tzuyu had insisted so adamantly to come along.

i'm not scared.

tzuyu shifts in place at the end of the line, but her hands are balled into fists.

for a while, nayeon keeps her distance, cautious to be seen around tzuyu herself — cautious of tzuyu being seen around her. maybe tzuyu had been looking forward to this moment, or at least gearing herself up for it, but nayeon hadn't.

yet, tzuyu’s fingers begin to fidget.

nayeon can't help herself despite the obvious foolishness.

she hastily grabs another rice ball and can of chuu-hi, and rushes to the counter. maybe she’ll come off as another unassuming customer. for tzuyu's sake.

she can't see tzuyu's face, and she's not even sure if tzuyu has any peripheral vision left with the way her cap is pulled down. she worries.

she tugs on the hem of tzuyu's jacket as subtly, as gently as she can.

below the counter, tzuyu curls a quiet finger around hers.

nayeon’s heart settles.

tzuyu doesn't forget to give nayeon a kiss.

in between bites of ramen and rice balls, after countless careful glances around, she leans over and dips her head until their lips meet.

nayeon hums, pleased.

“in public?”

“i said i wasn’t scared,” tzuyu tells her.

they sit by a river near her apartment, the same one they've sat at since they met. ramen has always tasted better outdoors, and their lips have always been particularly irresistible when they weren't allowed to kiss them.

nayeon pulls the brim of tzuyu’s cap back down, readjusting it after their kiss had pushed it back.

tzuyu chuckles. “i'm sure anyone who wanted to see has seen already.”

nayeon wants to cover tzuyu's hand with hers, but after that stunt, she decides some cautiousness is due. “when did you get so brash?”

tzuyu smiles. she brushes a finger against nayeon's pinky. “you make me want to do stupid things.”

nayeon hooks her finger around tzuyu's, relenting.

she feels something emanating off tzuyu in quiet waves, an uncomfortable uncertainty and restraint in her speaking that she’s never enjoyed. that bashful tone always meant more than it did on the surface.

“you can tell me what's really on your mind, you know? what was the kiss for?”

tzuyu's eyes shift downwards, though her pinky remains still in nayeon’s. she's silent for a long while, long enough that nayeon gets nervous, but she waits for tzuyu to speak first. she's always needed time to collect her thoughts, and nayeon knows tzuyu is still thinking about her when her pinky curls tighter around her finger.

when tzuyu speaks again, her voice comes out as a whisper, in thoughtful, carefully picked words.

“i’m thinking about coming out.”

nayeon’s brows raise, startled. “what?”

“yeah,” tzuyu says. “i want to kiss you wherever i want, and i want to tell the world about you eventually. we can do all that when i do.”

nayeon can't help the silly grin that spreads across her cheeks. they’ve talked about it before, in stray comments and idealistic dreaming, in impulsive moments, but even then — only in ifs and imagines, never wants, never when, never with so much certainty.

“you must be going mad.”

tzuyu laughs with her. “maybe i am; maybe for you. i’m greedy.”

“you really are going mad.”

“i know i am,” and she keeps laughing. “but doesn’t it sound nice?”

“it sounds wonderful.”

at home, nayeon kisses tzuyu. without reserve, without caution.

tzuyu sighs into the kiss, melting into her touch. her fingers latch onto the collar of nayeon’s hoodie, tugging her in eagerly.

“i’ll do it next week,” tzuyu says. “i’ll tell everyone then.”

nayeon pulls back slightly, eyeing the brim of tzuyu's cap. she lifts the cap off tzuyu's head and tosses it to one side. “i suppose there’ll be no need for this anymore, then?”

it seems like tzuyu takes it as a sign to hold back a little less as well.

“not at all.”

she pushes in further, desperate, longing. tzuyu swallows all the air in her lungs and settles all the noise in her mind. she covers nayeon's lips in soft saccharine pecks, then slower, longer kisses, ones that fill her chest with so much warmth it makes nayeon wonder if the cages of her ribs are deserving of such heaven.

tzuyu reaches over to clutch onto her waist, pulling at the hem of her hoodie to bring them closer. her kisses grow hungrier, fingers eventually dipping under nayeon's clothes to touch skin.

nayeon can sense the eagerness; the tugging and fumbling and impatient grasps, the recapturing of her lips when she leaves for air, all of the waiting from before spilling over in this singular, infinitely intimate moment. tzuyu breathes out like every kiss is a new revelation; love in its most honest, most earnest, most raw.

nayeon kisses back with equal fondness, as much as tzuyu deserves.

she kisses her until tzuyu hums, and tzuyu giggles like she’s in love, like she’s kissing nayeon for the first time all over again, like she’s everything; she smiles and laughs and breaks the kiss between moments she can’t help breaking, and nayeon does too.

“i want you,” she whispers.

“you have me,” she whispers back.

between their mingled words and encapsulating touches, between steps to a bedroom they share and backs to sheets that smell like them — nayeon knows this must be all of love, right in her two bare hands, tender and real and kind.

okay so what if the plot is just abt two people being in love??? that is not a crime! it's been a while since i wrote just absolutely mindless fluff (i always say this but i'm sure it hasn't bc what else do i write) it feels that way at least! i love writing about love

anyway! thank you for reading and interacting! it means the world <3

#twice imagines #nayeon x tzuyu #twice fluff #im nayeon #chou tzuyu #natzu #twice fics #when i say slightly i mean slightly

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